Well this was an unexpected development.
Libra had to have a moment to really take it all in. He was standing in the middle of a room that exemplified Sailor Jupiter and Makoto Kino both. Naturally, it had rather a strong green aesthetic to it, with lightening patterns adorning the walls, ceiling and floor. This room was not crystalline like the other areas he had seen to date, but rather more... Woodlike.
"A room like this couldn't exist in the real world," Libra mused. And that was true. Where the aesthetic lended itself to Sailor Jupiter, the contents were all Makoto. In one corner, a small oven with various baking ingredients strewn on top of it, with a cute apron tucked and folded over the oven's handle.
In another corner, there was a punching bag with boxing gloves hanging next to it. In another corner, flowers arranged in such beautiful patterns that even Libra had to choke back a tear. And, in the last, was a shrine of some sort with a large picture of a boy as its centrepiece.
For this last Libra took a closer look. A handsome boy, if he was any judge. Yet the features shifted depending on what perspective he looked on from. From here, neat black hair. From here, longer brown hair. From here, curly blonde...
The four pillars of Makoto's keenest interests. All clad in various shades and tones of green, each separated to a different corner of this square room. And yet, Libra had said that such a room could not exist in the real world. Why not? Why must such a room be a metaphor of some kind? Nothing has been described here that could not exist in reality.
Until you notice something missing. Though this (entirely metaphorical) room appeared to be square shaped at first glance, in truth it was not. In truth, it was a pentagon with a hidden fifth corner that folded out at the back of the room, hidden and yet also dominating the entirety of the space.
And within it hung Sailor Jupiter's sailor uniform. The tiara, the leotard, the cute green skirt. Also her transformation pen.
"Hey, what's going on in there?" Jupiter thought quite intensely out in the real world. Libra pulled his hand back. He'd been reaching out for the pen with one hand and the skirt with another.
"Sorry!" he answered, surprised at how flustered he sounded. "I'm just... adjusting. This is a lot more access than I'm used to."
He felt like a kid in a candy store. Where to start? Her powers? Her uniform? How should he approach the issue? Continue to be cautious, only making small changes as time goes on? Looking back at the picture of her mysterious, faceless "senpai" made Libra critically aware of the unusual fact that he really liked Makoto. Honestly for the time being all he ought to be doing is making a change to her power base like she wanted. After all, right now Sailor Jupiter was entirely at the mercy of the enemy...
But then again... It was also entirely possible that she would take the power he was offering and then shut him out entirely. He might never have this level of access to Sailor Jupiter's power base again!
"Well, hurry up a bit!" Jupiter thought. "It's really creepy in here, and I want to get out."
It is at this point, dear reader, that we must remind you that lust is ultimately the sin of impatience. Sailor Jupiter was showing it here, and without knowing it she fed that impatience directly into Libra, pushing him over the edge. He was being held back before by the fact that he kind of liked Jupiter and the others, enjoyed their company and wanted them to succeed even as he corrupted them to his own ends.
Now, though... Now his true calling as a demon of lust was brought to the forefront.
"Hold on," the demon warned with an amused smirk. "I'm going to try something."
That 'something' involved manifesting the full form of Makoto Kino in each of the five corners of the room, each one of them setting about their normal business. Libra cast a lingering look around at all of them and licked his finger in anticipation. Makoto baking, Makoto training, Makoto pining for her senpai, Makoto arranging flowers, Makoto as Sailor Jupiter... All visions of loveliness, all in desperate need of immediate corruption!
"Yeah, I think I felt something!" Jupiter thought. "Don't feel any stronger, though..."
"I'm not sure strength is the best place to start," Libra cautioned, approaching the vision of Makoto mixing the ingredients. She looked so cute standing there in the apron, brow furrowed as she measured out the ingredients. "I want to start by working on your focus."
A mere snap of the fingers, and the clothes fell off the baking Makoto's back leaving a truly splendid view. The naked apron effect! The vision peered at Libra all coy and shy over her naked shoulder, while Libra was left wondering what would be more delicious. The cakes that she bakes or the figure she was presenting.
"Oooh... I felt something there, too!" Jupiter thought, oblivious to the alteration made to one of her key interests within her own mind. And why should she be? It was hardly as if she was currently thinking of baking right at that moment! "Ugh! What do I need more focus for anyway?"
"Simple physics, as I'm sure Ami - sorry, Sailor Mercury would be happy to tell you," Libra replied, reluctantly turning attention from 'baking' Makoto' to 'flower arranging' Makoto. "The best way to hurt something is to focus your strike point. If the impact is spread out, it'll cause less damage." Much in the same way that changing around a mind's priorities all at once would be extremely obvious, while changing things one bit at a time would fly under the radar. "Now I'm going to work on your strength a little bit."
Another snap of his fingers, and the cutesy image of Makoto arranging flowers was replaced by... the same Makoto arranging flowers, but this time around visions of her equally naked friends. All four of them were there, posing together, nude, while Makoto alternated between kissing parts of their body and then moving flowers to cover them up. Constantly adjusting, as if never quite able to get it just the way she wanted it.
"I've tied your strength into your love for your friends," Libra said.
"Yes! I can feel it now!" Jupiter thought, and in the real world Libra could tell that she was already charging up a bolt of lightning far bigger than any she had before. "Aha! This is even stronger than that first power up you gave me! And my uniform is still attached!"
"Sailor Jupiter! Power that down! I'm not done yet!" Libra warned. "Handling that much power can be dangerous! I need to prepare your toughness so that your body can properly handle it!"
Reluctantly, she did exactly that. Libra shook its head. This is exactly why 'strength' was being left alone at first... Really though, dealing with toughness ought to have been first priority. That, of course, was in the corner where a much tougher looking Makoto was wearing boxing gloves, punching and kicking the stuffing out of a poor innocent punching bag... Which was now a stripper pole that Makoto began to dance around, discarding the boxing gloves while her training gear also changed. The shorts she was wearing shrunk by half their size, and the tanktop became a snug tube top that barely concealed her remarkable 'talent'.
"You should be able to handle it now," Libra advised. "But there is just one last alteration I need to make, then we should be good. I'm going to build... Your confidence and self image."
Finally, Libra turned its attention towards the image of the mysterious 'senpai' and the Makoto cooing and aahing over it, reaching for the image yet never quite reaching it. A burst of lustful energy was all that was needed to bring that ever shifting image to life, where its hands reached out and intertwined with Makoto's, and then drew her into a deep, deep kiss which the image made no attempt to resist.
"Oooh! Oh yes! You're - You're right! I do feel a lot more confident all of a sudden!" Jupiter declared, not just thought but declared aloud. "I am powerful enough to break out of here! I feel great! I can do this! I can win! I! Can! Do! This! You're the best, Libra!"
Libra blinked as Makoto's impatience dissipated. Huh? Kind of blanked out there for a moment. Weird, that was... What? Libra looked around the room and found it changed from a moment ago. On all four corners of Makoto's interest there was a pornographic scene occurring, tainting her mind with lewdness, perversion that she might not even notice until later on when she was focusing on these particular tasks. In essence, he had peppered Sailor Jupiter's subconscious desires and interests with lust right under her nose.
And he hadn't even touched on Sailor Jupiter herself as of yet.
"I'm the best, huh?" Libra pondered. "Maybe I don't need to make any direct and substantial changes to Sailor Jupiter <i>quite</i> yet."
- Sailor Jupiter breaks out of Cleaner's bag. Cue confrontation!
- The other Sailors have been calling for Libra while these changes were being made. Seems like entering a chamber cuts off contact with the others.
- Libra throws up its hands and makes some changes to Jupiter right now.
- Something else
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